Southeast from the palace of god   Amongs the fire torrid wastelands of Sheol   Where the tower of Baphomet stands   Sorrounded by the oceans of insanity and terror   Obscure and cruel messages   Tormenting spiritual radiation   Causing the legions of the Dead to arise   And have the power over the living      Fallen cradle to crack the Earth open   I call to Thee! I kneel to Thee!   Heed my prayers mighty One   Invocate from the bowels of nailed messiah   Rise to flare out with darkness   The One wear the Serpent's crown   The one wear the Serpent's crown   Rise to flare out of dark   Followers of the primeval sin dogma   Burning in ashes piece by piece   Suicide is the best way to stay alive   In the time of no time   Age of mourning has come   The conquest is granted when the black Sun shines   When you awake the Earth ends in fire